Kate the Princess

I was curious to see Kate the bratty princess, so it was off to her room next. Thankfully, it seemed as though my daughter's had customized their rooms with their names and something pertaining to their personalities. Or, again, was it the work of the choice?

Kate's room had a bright pink door with a shiny gold doorknob. I knocked twice before entering.

Kate's room was decked out in all pink. Pink shag carpeting, pink walls, pink curtains. On her bed there were dozens of stuffed animals, all life-sized. She sat at a large, full-length mirror doing makeup.

"Oh!" she said when she saw me in the mirror. She stood up, wearing a poofy pink princess dress, complete with a crown. "Hello, Father." she curtsied.

"Hey, Kate..." i said.

"Please Father. Call me Princess or Your Highness."

"Okay, Your Highness," I said. "Why don't you and I engage in some swordplay?"

"Very well," Kate said. She daintily stripped out of her dress, now standing naked in front of me.

"So," I said. "Would the fair princess like to ride on her horse?"

I indicated to my cock and Kate mounted it and began to buck back and forth.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Ahn..."

"Keep going," I said.

"I love riding my HOOOOORRRRSSSE!" Kate moaned.

Soon, I came into her pussy. She got off my cock and wobbled back to her makeup station to get redressed.